This is my first week in Cannobio (Italy) my new home town. The jet lag is still lingering so we are rising early..but here that is a good thing. Here the fresh morning mountain air is adorned with the sound of glorious old church bell (and the old rooster next door).
We (Luca & I) pat down the stairs of our new home, Lucas family home. The place is full of warmth and strange but welcome familiarity.
The coffee machine clunks and grinds as it pours much needed fresh coffee....the front gate clicks open and we hop on our bicycles heading for town( i haven't ridden a bike for two years so I'm hilariously wobbly).
The streets are lined with plooms of colourful flowers that fragrant the air like incense. Each house we pass has its own character, its own story. Painted in red, blue, apricot or pink. Detailed with alfresco paintings and a 'nonna' gazing watchfully on the front porch.
The collective song of ' ciao ' sings through the towns cobblestone streets ' ciao ciao ciao ciao '....everybody knows everybody and its hard not to start singing the song saying ciao even to strangers.
This town is full of old friends and new family which makes me feel like a local....until i have to speak which is a shy, clumsy mix of English and bad Italian.
I wonder how long it will take me to feel like a local. A few weeks, a month, a year...? However long it takes I'm just happy enjoying the new and the old, eating while thinking about my next yummy meal, lazy sunny days by the lake and bumpy bicycle rides through town.....even if i do have to swallow a few bugs along the way!
Ciao Ciao
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